Wei Wuxian had been expecting vegetables, not sweets, and he sits up in happy surprise to accept the plate. He's trying very hard not to get crumbs everywhere despite the flaky dough, but then Lan Wangji produces wine from beneath his bed, and the bite falls right out of Wei Wuxian's mouth.

"Lan Zhan keeps a supply?" he asks as Lan Wangji takes his hair down, calm as you please. "Wei Wuxian is warm enough. What are you doing?"